Cao Peng couldn't help but be curious, "Dad, what is your senior brother's name?"
"Pu Shou."
never heard of that……
"Dad, are you saying that when the furnace temperature is high, you can make swords?"
Cao Ji shook his head, sat down and took a breath, "It's not that simple. Furnace temperature is just one aspect, there are many details involved.
Peng'er, why are you suddenly interested in this?"
"Oh...I broke Brother Hutou's knife in Zhongyang Town before.
I promised him that I would give him one in return...but a good knife costs a lot of money. I just thought, can I make a knife myself?"
"That's right!" Cao Ji nodded and said, "A man should keep his word.
However, an ordinary hunting knife doesn’t cost much. If you want to buy it, just ask your brother-in-law to come forward later."
Deng Ji was in the Yamen and had a wide reputation.
To be honest, there will be weapons that have been eliminated every year in the government office. Deng Ji can come forward to buy them and give them to the king.
But Cao Peng seemed to have thought of something from the conversation just now.
"Dad, Hutou and I are brothers!
We agreed that we would make great achievements together in the future. But my body...Dad, I want to strike a knife with my own hands as a brotherhood."
To be honest, Cao Ji really didn't want Cao Peng to learn blacksmithing.
This trade is not a promising career... Yes, there have indeed been masters throughout the ages who were respected and famous all over the world. How many people can become masters? There are not even a hundred thousand but tens of thousands of blacksmiths in the world.
.There are very few people who can really stand out.
In Cao Ji's heart, he still hoped that Cao Peng could become a famous teacher and seek fame in the future.
But what Cao Peng said makes sense. This brotherhood cannot be measured by money...
"If you want to learn, then go ahead and learn." Cao Ji thought for a while and said softly: "But I can tell you that blacksmithing is a strenuous job. Your body is not strong enough. If you can't hold on, tell your father earlier. If it doesn't work,
Dad will help you fight, and we can just think of a way."
"I know, thank you dad!"
Cao Peng smiled broadly and stood up happily.
He has already thought of a good idea. If it succeeds, it might help his father become a successful man.
"Peng'er, it's getting late, you should go back and have a rest."
Cao Peng agreed, got up and went back to his room. However, he did not go back to his room immediately. Instead, he sneaked into Deng Ji's study, took away a few pieces of hemp paper, and then returned to his room.
Speaking of paper, everyone knows that it was made by Cai Lun, so it is called Caihou paper. In fact, paper existed as early as the early Western Han Dynasty. The Caihou paper made by Cai Lun was just an improvement in technology.
During the same period, there was another kind of Zuobo paper that was as famous as Caihou paper, which was made by Zuo Ziyi, a calligrapher of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
It can be regarded as something cherished by the descendants of the noble families and celebrities of the time.
However, whether it is Caihou paper or Zuobo paper, it is expensive to make and cannot be used by ordinary people.
Even in government offices, paper made from hemp fiber is mostly used, commonly known as hemp paper.
But not everyone can own hemp paper. If Deng Ji was not an assistant in a government office, he might not be able to own it.
Cao Peng didn't dare to take too much, so he only took a few.
Returning to his room, he dimmed the oil lamp, then picked up a black charcoal pen and drew a simple pattern on the paper.
The stove is actually a bellows.
However, the term bellows did not appear in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.
The so-called bellows is the most common tool composed of a wooden box, a piston and a valve. In his previous life, Cao Peng had seen this kind of piston-type two-way continuous blowing box. However, he did not know much about the structure inside, so he could only take a rough look at it.
Remember some characteristics.
He leaned on the armrest of the bed and after drawing for a while, he felt a little tired.
So he rubbed his face, put away the paper and charcoal, and put them into a small bag beside his pillow. This thing cannot be figured out at once, it needs to be pondered over slowly. Unfortunately, he learned it back then
It's not a science or engineering major, otherwise there would be no need to take so much trouble.
If dad can shoot a good sword, maybe he will be favored by Cao Cao.
You know, it takes too much time and labor to make a good sword these days. Swords are different from iron guns and iron spears, and the requirements are more stringent. During the Three Kingdoms period, due to limited conditions, it was made by hundreds of steel refiners.
Swords cannot become standard equipment.
Therefore, in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the term "school swordsman" often appears.
For example, Guan Gong always had five hundred swordsmen and swordsmen around him, which could be said to be his elite confidants. In fact, the swordsmen and swordsmen were the elite swordsmen and shield soldiers at that time. According to the records in the Chronicle of the Three Kingdoms, Wu general Ding Feng had three thousand swordsmen and shield soldiers.
Afterwards, Wu's national power declined, and Jin sent troops to conquer Jiangdong. Sun Wu's general Shen Ying led five thousand sword and shield soldiers, charged into the Jin formation three times, and defeated the Jin army... The power of these sword and shield soldiers can be seen in general.
.
After Sima Yan ascended the throne, he made knives to strengthen his army; Pu Yuan, a famous general in the Shu Kingdom, built 3,000 steel-made knives to establish his career.
If Dad can popularize this Hundred Sword Refining Skills, no matter who he is attached to in the end, he will be reused!
Before I knew it, it was dawn!
Cao Peng got up early, put on his clothes, put on his shoes, and walked out of the room.
In the front yard, the iron-melting furnace in the shed has taken shape. However, there is no sign of Cao Ji. He must be too tired last night and hasn't gotten up yet.
Wang Mai is ready and waiting for Cao Peng to come.
The two looked at each other and nodded.
They walked out of the gate one after the other and started jogging along the peach forest path.
Wang Mai was not used to this kind of jogging. He liked to run wildly...but Cao Peng's body did not allow such uncontrolled running.
This kind of jogging can best strengthen his lung capacity and move every inch of his body.
After running in the peach forest for about half an hour, the physical activity started, and the whole body was steaming. Cao Peng and Wang Mai came to the open space at the river bend behind the yard. From today on, this will be their practice place. Wang Mai exhaled a thick breath,
Facing the rising sun, we started to stand.
Cao Peng, while his body was still warm, slowly performed a set of Tai Chi.
Get up, stand upright with your feet together... The Left King Kong pounded the clay, shook your feet, punched your fists, and wrapped your clothes... Cao Peng could feel that his body, with the movements of Tai Chi, the fascia and meridians were stretching. That kind of whole body
The feeling of tension is very comfortable. After all, with such a foundation, from a realm perspective, he can easily enter a state of tranquility. But for some reason, Cao Peng suddenly stopped while practicing.
He looked around and saw that Wang Mai was still standing there and there was no one else around.
But just now, he clearly felt that someone was peeking...
Could it be that it is my own illusion?
Cao Peng thought of this, shook his head vigorously, and continued the boxing technique just now. After finishing a set of Tai Chi, Cao Peng did not rest.
He ran slowly on the river beach, and every few steps he would make a strange movement and make a strange roar at the same time.
In Baiyuan Tongbei Fist, there is a Kung Fu called Zhanzhuang Baduanjin. When the old martial arts master in the previous life taught Cao Peng, he also taught eight mantras. It is somewhat similar to the secret method of mantras in Buddhism. Through different movements,
Make different sounds to strengthen your internal organs.
Each mantra was matched with an action, and the eight mantras were completed, which took Cao Peng more than half an hour.
My whole body felt like being fished out of water, dripping with sweat.
Wang Mai had also finished practicing Zhuang Gong at this time and was practicing Bajiquan's eight postures on the river beach. Cao Peng was walking slowly along the river beach to calm the boiling blood in his body. Suddenly, he stopped and stood by the river.
, looking into the distance. The Thorn River is not wide, and you can clearly see the other side of the river.
This Jishui is like a boundary river. The east side is under the jurisdiction of Jiyang County, and the west side belongs to Niyang County.
On the other side of the river, under a row of weeping willows, stood an old man.
When Cao Peng looked over, the old man also noticed it. The gray beard under his chin was dancing in the morning breeze. He nodded towards Cao Peng as if to say hello.
Then he danced with his fists and feet and threw a set of punches.
It's just that the distance was a bit far, and Cao Peng couldn't see clearly.
It seems that the other party is also doing morning exercises... Judging from the old man's clothes, he seems to be from a wealthy family. Everyone is doing morning exercises, and there is no way that anyone is peeking at each other. Anyway, there is a river, so everyone does not interfere with each other. If you insist on arguing
, maybe it was you who disturbed the other party.
Therefore, Cao Peng didn't care, smiled, and responded.
"Afu, what should we do next?"
"Keep practicing!"
Cao Peng and Wang Mai practiced on the river beach until nearly midnight, then they stopped and prepared to return.
Subconsciously, Cao Peng glanced across the river and found that the old man had disappeared...
"Afu, what are you looking at?"
"I didn't see anything... let's go back."
Before leaving, Cao Peng looked back again.
There was a strange feeling in his heart that he and the old man would meet again!
